| | Название песни | текст | аккорды | табы |
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| 5 |  | 5:15, I'm changing trains, this little town... |  | | |
| A | | A New Career in a New Town | | | |
| | A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city... | | | |
| | A winter's day... | | | |
| | African night flight one-time Mormon... | | | |
| | All my friends... | | | |
| | All of my life I've tried so hard... | | | |
| | And so the story goes they wore the clothes... | | | |
| | And when she drowns... | | | |
| | Are you OK... | | | |
| | Art Decade | | | |
| | As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent... | | | |
| B | | Baby Grace is the victim... | | | |
| | Baby likes to go outside, so I let her... | | | |
| | Baby, I've been... | | | |
| | Better take care... | | | |
| | Billy rapped all night about his suicide... | | | |
| | Black eyed ravens... | | | |
| | Blue Jean - I just met me a girl named Blue Jean... | | | |
| | Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo... | | | |
| | Bow bells strike, another night... | | | |
| | Brilliant Adventure | | | |
| | Brother... | | | |
| | Burning up each other's love... | | | |
| C | | Cash girls suffer me, I've got no enemies... | | | |
| | Cheena so sound so titti up this malchek say... | | | |
| | Cold fire, you've got everything... | | | |
| | Cruising around me... | | | |
| | Cutting through the water... | | | |
| D | | (Dancing) I'm having so much love... | | | |
| | Day after day... | | | |
| | Day-In Day-Out... | | | |
| | Did you ever have a dream or two... | | | |
| | Didn't know what time it was the lights were low-ow-ow... | | | |
| | Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night... | | | |
| | Do you remember a guy that's been... | | | |
| | Do you see that thing... | | | |
| | Don't look down... | | | |
| | Don't talk of dust and roses... | | | |
| | Don't you hear this wasted cry, life is over you... | | | |
| | Don't you wonder sometimes 'bout sound and vision... | | | |
| | Don't you worry bout what's on your mind (ba da da da ba da da da da)... | | | |
| | Down where your paint is cracking... | | | |
| | Du du du du du du du du dum dum... | | | |
| E | | Early in the morning, 'bout the break of day... | | | |
| | Eddie boy lit like paraffin... | | | |
| | Emily tries but misunderstands... | | | |
| | Every chance, every chance that I take... | | | |
| | Every time I feel fascination... | | | |
| F | | Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over... | | | |
| | Fill your heart with love today... | | | |
| | Fingertip sunlit sideshow stalls they throw the balls... | | | |
| | For the priceless man... | | | |
| | For we're living... | | | |
| | Frozen to the glass again... | | | |
| | Funny how secrets travel on... | | | |
| G | | Getting my facts from a Benetton ad... | | | |
| | God... | | | |
| | Golden years, gold, whop whop whop... | | | |
| | Gorgeous girls are bound to meet... | | | |
| | Got a feeling inside (Can't explain)... | | | |
| | Ground Control to Major Tom... | | | |
| | Grown inside a plastic box... | | | |
| H | | Had to get the train... | | | |
| | He looked a lot like Che Guevara drove a diesel van... | | | |
| | He swivels his head... | | | |
| | He's everybody's token... | | | |
| | Hear this Robert Zimmerman... | | | |
| | Heaven loves ya... | | | |
| | Here comes the night... | | | |
| | Here is the news... | | | |
| | Here shall we live in this terrible town... | | | |
| | Here, there's no music here... | | | |
| | Hey Man Leave me a-lone you know... | | | |
| | Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been... | | | |
| | Hold me tight... | | | |
| | Hope little girl... | | | |
| | How to make amends for the things they say... | | | |
| I | | I wish I was smarter... | | | |
| | I bless you madly... | | | |
| | I can go anyway, way I choose... | | | |
| | I come to the glade and watch the saucer land... | | | |
| | I could escape this feeling... | | | |
| | I count the corpses on my left I find I'm not so tidy... | | | |
| | I don't want knowledge... | | | |
| | I don't want to lose, this good thing... | | | |
| | I feel like a sail-boat... | | | |
| | I feel roughed up, feel a bit frightened... | | | |
| | I forgot what my father said... | | | |
| | I keep forgetting you don't love me no more... | | | |
| | I know something is very wrong... | | | |
| | I know when to go out... | | | |
| | I may not always love you... | | | |
| | I recall how we lived... | | | |
| | I saw my baby... | | | |
| | I shake... | | | |
| | I staggered through this criminal reign... | | | |
| | I took a trip On a gemini spacecraft... | | | |
| | I took the job, I packed the bag... | | | |
| | I was walking through the counters of a national concern... | | | |
| | I was walking- down the high street- when I heard footsteps behind me... | | | |
| | I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate... | | | |
| | I'm an alligator... | | | |
| | I'm closer to the Golden Dawn... | | | |
| | I'm home, lost my job, and incurably i'll... | | | |
| | I'm just a rock star stabbing away... | | | |
| | I'm up on the eleventh floor... | | | |
| | I've been looking, I've been looking... | | | |
| | I've come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs... | | | |
| | I've never sailed on a sea... | | | |
| | I've seen the city... | | | |
| | I'm on my own, nowhere to roam... | | | |
| | I, I will be king... | | | |
| | If you can see me I can see you... | | | |
| | If you want it, boys, get it here, thing... | | | |
| | In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs... | | | |
| | In the corner of the morning in the past... | | | |
| | In the event that this fantastic voyage... | | | |
| | In the Villa of Ormen... | | | |
| | In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams... | | | |
| | It's just a one dollar secret... | | | |
| | It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway... | | | |
| | It's the darkest hour, you're 22... | | | |
| | It's a god-awful small affair, to the girl with the mousy hair... | | | |
| J | | Jackson made twenty tapes in a day... | | | |
| | Jacqui loves her work, and her work is love... | | | |
| | Joe the lion... | | | |
| | Johnny is a man... | | | |
| | Johnny's in America... | | | |
| | Just look through your window, look who sits outside... | | | |
| | Just when I'm ready to throw in my hand... | | | |
| L | | Let me introduce you to the gang... | | | |
| | Let me put my arms around your head... | | | |
| | (Let's dance) put on your red shoes and dance the blues... | | | |
| | Like to take a cement fix... | | | |
| | Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe... | | | |
| | Little wendy cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain... | | | |
| | Living in lies by the railway line... | | | |
| | Look into my eyes he tells her... | | | |
| | Look up here, I'm in heaven... | | | |
| | Looking for Lester | | | |
| | Love me, love me... | | | |
| | Lucy I know what you're going to going to do... | | | |
| M | | Man, she punched me like a dude... | | | |
| | Me, I hope that I'm crazy... | | | |
| | Midnight in the Village... | | | |
| | Monday morning feels so bad... | | | |
| | Moss Garden | | | |
| | Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain... | | | |
| | My love, wherever you are... | | | |
| | My, my, but time do fly... | | | |
| N | | Neuköln | | | |
| | New Angels of Promise... | | | |
| | No more big wheels... | | | |
| | No one else saw you moving through the dark... | | | |
| | Nobokov is sun-licked now... | | | |
| | Nothing remains... | | | |
| | Now Ziggy played guitar... | | | |
| | Now. Not tomorrow... | | | |
| | Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat... | | | |
| O | | Oh my love, Janine, I'm helpless for your smile... | | | |
| | Oh my... | | | |
| | Oh you, you walk on past... | | | |
| | Oh, can you feel it in the way... | | | |
| | Oh, little baby... | | | |
| | Once we were lovers... | | | |
| | Oogie waits for just another day... | | | |
| P | | Pack a pack horse and rest up here on... | | | |
| | People stared at the makeup on his face... | | | |
| | Photograph king, watches you go... | | | |
| | Plan | | | |
| | Speed of Life | | | |
| | Please don't tear this world asunder... | | | |
| | Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall (Oh by jingo)... | | | |
| | President Joe once had a dream... | | | |
| | Psychodelicate girl - come out to play... | | | |
| | Pushing through the market square... | | | |
| Q | | Queen of... | | | |
| R | | Ramona is so cold... | | | |
| | Rubber Band... | | | |
| S | | Said you took a big trip... | | | |
| | See the great white stars... | | | |
| | See these eyes so green... | | | |
| | Sense of Doubt | | | |
| | Shakey threw a party that lasted all night... | | | |
| | Shapes, of things before my eyes... | | | |
| | Share bride failing star... | | | |
| | She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat... | | | |
| | She waited by the moon... | | | |
| | She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house... | | | |
| | She'll come, she'll go... | | | |
| | Shiruetto ya kage ga kakumei o miteiru... | | | |
| | Silhouettes and shadows watch the revolution... | | | |
| | Silver leaves are spinning round... | | | |
| | Sitting here wishing on a cement floor... | | | |
| | Skeletal city highs... | | | |
| | Smiling girls and rosy boys, come and buy my little toys... | | | |
| | Solemn faced the village settles down, undetected by the stars... | | | |
| | Someday they won't let you, now you must agree... | | | |
| | Something kind of hit me today... | | | |
| | Something like Tobacco Road... | | | |
| | Something's going on in society... | | | |
| | Sometimes I feel... | | | |
| | Sometimes you get so lonely... | | | |
| | Sons of the silent age... | | | |
| | Spaceboy, you're sleepy now... | | | |
| | Spy, spy, pretty girl... | | | |
| | Stars are never sleeping... | | | |
| | Stay away from the future... | | | |
| | Steel on the skyline... | | | |
| | Still don't know what I was waiting for... | | | |
| | Still I keep my love for you... | | | |
| | Stinky weather, Fat shaky hands... | | | |
| | Stone love - she kneels before the grave... | | | |
| | Streets damp and warm... | | | |
| | Strikes the bell for five o'clock... | | | |
| | Sue, I got the job... | | | |
| | Sula vie dilejo... | | | |
| | Swinging on the back porch... | | | |
| T | | Tactful cactus by your window... | | | |
| | Taking it all the right way... | | | |
| | Tell me when you're sad... | | | |
| | The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize... | | | |
| | The Children of the summer's end... | | | |
| | The gospel according to Tony Day... | | | |
| | The hand that wrote this letter sweeps the pillow clean... | | | |
| | The return of the Thin White Duke... | | | |
| | The secret life of Arabia... | | | |
| | The television's on and I'm walking through the yard... | | | |
| | The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom... | | | |
| | The Wedding | | | |
| | There is a happy land... | | | |
| | There's a brand new dance but I don't know its name... | | | |
| | There's a graveyard by the station... | | | |
| | There's a man back a-ways... | | | |
| | There's always the Diamond friendly... | | | |
| | There's no hold... | | | |
| | There's too much talking for a night drive... | | | |
| | There's a little churchyard just along the way... | | | |
| | These are silver wings... | | | |
| | They pulled in just behind the bridge... | | | |
| | This girl is made of lipstick, powder and paint... | | | |
| | This week dragged past me so slowly... | | | |
| | Time he's waiting in the wings he speaks of senseless things... | | | |
| | Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth... | | | |
| | Today, today is the 1st of May... | | | |
| | Tony went to fight in Belfast... | | | |
| | Tragic youth was looking young and sexy... | | | |
| U | | Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine... | | | |
| V | | V-2 Schneider... | | | |
| | Valentine told me who's to go... | | | |
| W | | Wake up you sleepy head... | | | |
| | Walking in the snowy street... | | | |
| | War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear... | | | |
| | Was she never there... | | | |
| | Watching him dash away... | | | |
| | Watching them come and go... | | | |
| | Way back in time someone said try some... | | | |
| | We met upon a hill the night was cool and still... | | | |
| | We passed upon the stairs... | | | |
| | (We're living in the golden, in the golden age)... | | | |
| | Weaving down a byroad... | | | |
| | Weeping Wall | | | |
| | Well I walked in the pouring rain... | | | |
| | Well I wouldn't buy no merchandise... | | | |
| | Well, Annie's pretty neat, she always eats her meat... | | | |
| | Well, how come you only want tomorrow... | | | |
| | Well, lived my life and never stopped to worry 'bout a thing... | | | |
| | Well, she's a tongue twisting storm... | | | |
| | What have you been doing to yourself... | | | |
| | What to wear... | | | |
| | When all the world was very young... | | | |
| | When comes the shaking man... | | | |
| | When I believed in nothing... | | | |
| | When I live my dream I'll take you with me... | | | |
| | When we saw Mishima's dog... | | | |
| | When you climb to the top of the mountain... | | | |
| | Where's the pain in the violent night... | | | |
| | White boys falling on the fires of night... | | | |
| | Will you stay in our Lovers' Story... | | | |
| | With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue... | | | |
| | Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup... | | | |
| Y | | (Yassassin) I'm not a moody guy... | | | |
| | You always were the one that knew... | | | |
| | You knew just everything... | | | |
| | You know who I am, he said... | | | |
| | You never told me of your other faces... | | | |
| | You promised me the ending would be clear... | | | |
| | You're just a little girl with grey eyes... | | | |
| | You've arrived in the land of a thousand different names... | | | |
| | You've got a habit of leaving me... | | | |
| | You've got your mother in a whirl... | | | |
| | Young girls they know what they're after... | | | |
| | Your coat and hat are gone... | | | |
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